Hate me,
Envy me,
Love me,
Pity me,
My true self,
Everyone hates,
I am trapped,
Am I delusional?
L isten. Read between the lines.
O nly looking, is not believing,
S ecrets are meant to be hidden,
T o the self, most of all,
If I am insane,
If that is your verdict,
I find myself truly wondering
What do you make of others?
Consider me a ghost,
I will pass through walls,
In my mind, I am invisible,
Formless, bound to havoc,
Now it's time, once again,
To go back into the cave,
Till this bizzare outcome,
Comes to an end.
Saints, sinners, right, wrong, happiness, anger, love and hate.
Do you even know the difference?